Shrouded in a golden multi-protective magic circle, the crusade fleet was moored quietly on the blue sea. There was only the breeze and fine waves, and everything was so soft. But on the water dozens of miles away from the fleet

, but it was a different scene. Various magical elements with different properties washed down from the sky, stirring, freezing, breaking, and evaporating the sea!

Because the returnees of the thirty-six tribes are releasing attack magic in the sky. They are using the power inherited from ancient times to express their anger against the false gods. Thirty-six waves, one round, and then another, combined

The paradise and hell islands together silently withstood this blow, until the outer islands were annihilated, until the magic defense shrank, until - an acquaintance of Cohen Keda appeared.

That was the second day after the indiscriminate bombardment by the crusade.

At that time, another magic of the Returners had just been brewed. In the sky, huge stars composed of countless silver light points slowly rotated high in the sky. The confusing and intoxicating light shined from the center of the stars, connecting upwards to the vast universe and downwards into the endless abyss.

...This extremely beautiful magic has been used before. It once completely decomposed a small island with a radius of a hundred miles including the soil and rocks. The effect was very amazing.

Even though it had just taken shape, the remaining power had already shrouded the circular sea surface with a radius of thirty miles. Countless creatures in the deep sea were broken down into dust by this seemingly harmless silver light, and flew up one after another. But this time, the swirling stars were

It failed to complete its mission. Just when it was halfway moving, someone was already blocking it.

A woman came, wearing a purple robe with a wide piping hem spread out, like a delicate flower blooming in the sky.

A silver long bow was slowly opened in her hand, and an emerald-green arrow was aimed at the huge astrolabe that was slowly approaching. At the moment when the arrow silently left the string, the sky and the ocean roared together.

She stood up as if she was the king and the one who truly represented justice and victory.

At the same time she appeared, a line of reconnaissance magic passed through the airspace where she was. In the command ship cabin of the crusade, Moya, who was responsible for the overall defense, suddenly opened his slightly narrowed eyes and shouted: "Defense of the entire fleet! Directly ahead.

All reconnaissance ships abandon ship and retreat!"

The golden protective magic circle protecting the fleet expanded instantly. At the same time, all the first and second reconnaissance ship echelons also abandoned the ship, and even the sailors and magicians flew away as fast as possible. Fortunately, Moya had already practiced it,

They were also equipped with sufficient protective equipment, otherwise, the consequences this time would have been tragic.

The shot arrow was surrounded by a layer of light green light. From a distance, its size seemed to have expanded countless times in the air, and was getting bigger and bigger. The moment it came into contact with the silver astrolabe,

The feather arrow is already nearly ten miles long. There is no change. Its sharp and ferocious arrow breaks through the outer edge of the astrolabe, cantilevers, and reaches the core!

Silently, the astrolabe collapsed like an undefended delicate object. It was shattered by the powerful impact and turned into countless silver light spots. They first spread outwards and then suddenly retracted toward the core.

——When the violent explosion occurred, people could not even hear any sound, only the dazzling silver light was shining!

People above the crusade fleet could see that the sea surface at the explosion site was sinking downward until a huge circular cavity was formed. The squeezed seawater instantly set up a wall of water at the edge of the cavity! Then came the second, and the third

Three... walls of water continue to increase in height and thickness, and rush crazily in all directions!

The waves were rough and the wind was blowing, and they soon rushed in front of the expeditionary fleet.

At this time, the waves of the tsunami were already very impressive, almost reaching the height of the protective magic circle. In front of it, the various golden protective barriers were like a reef on the shore, which was easily covered by the waves. On the deck

People can clearly see the endless water flowing over their heads, and can also feel the details of the golden barrier sinking slightly!

"Peripheral protection personnel take action immediately!" In the defense command module, Moya continued to order, "We must prevent the tsunami from landing!"

A tsunami of this magnitude, if allowed to pass, would bring disaster to the coast of Bes thousands of miles away! Fortunately, the military expedition took this issue into consideration first, and Marshal Moya went against all objections and arranged extreme measures.

A large number of manpower was used to build three lines of defense on the edge of the continent to defend against secondary disasters in the war - ordinary humans living in Bis Continent were really the weakness of this army.

A quarter of an hour later, the chaotic sea surface returned to its normal state, and people could once again see the woman who shot through the astrolabe magic with an arrow. She had arrived not far from the fleet, her bow and arrows had been put away long ago, and she had long hair.

Flying in the wind, but his eyes are so calm.

"Too arrogant!" Cohen slapped his hand on the table and shouted in a tone of voice: "Discourteous!"

Hearing Cohen's reprimand, the woman in the air smiled slightly. She bent down softly and gave an ancient courtesy to Cohen: "Dark subordinate, Hermini Isabant, has met Cohen Kay."

Your Highness."

Her soft voice passed through the magic circle and echoed clearly in everyone's ears.

"Ah..." Cohen Keda stood by the railing, leaning forward exaggeratedly, turning his head sideways, and raising his right hand beside his ear, "What did you say?"

Her smile remained unchanged: "Dark subordinate, Hermine Isabant, has met His Highness Cohen Keda."

“The wind is too strong, it’s not clear, ah, ah, ah, ah!”

She was neither humble nor arrogant: "The dark subordinate, Hermine Isabant, has met His Highness Cohen Keda."

The joking expression disappeared from Cohen's face. He stood up straight and looked at Hermini with a serious, neither yin nor yang, fearful look.

"Hermine Isabant, Your Excellency, are you sure you haven't forgotten anything?"

"I'm sure not." Hermine replied calmly, "Your Highness Cohen."

"Where did the term "dark subordinates - demon clan" go?" Cohen smiled coldly, "Do you think that if you don't mention these two words, I will spare you? Just for the arrow you just shot, you should be beheaded.

!”

"Your Highness Cohen, we don't have such thoughts." Emine's attitude was very calm. "I didn't mean to disturb His Highness. If I cause any inconvenience, please forgive me."

"Oh? Then what are you doing here? I won't agree to your request to surrender and lose half!"

In the past, when facing the demon general and the demon princess, Cohen used this way of making jokes. Now, he is even more at ease with what comes to mind and says it without any pressure. But his response and reply have made people feel uncomfortable.

The returnees were completely fooled... How could such a person be selected as the chosen one? What a tragedy! What a shame!

It is impossible for the returnees to understand that this unruly tone and demeanor is actually a subconscious vent for Cohen, his anger at the responsibilities imposed on him, and his resistance to the face-based life. And Minnie's

This opponent had cooperated with him intentionally or unintentionally, so when they met, Cohen showed his performance naturally. Besides, he wouldn't worry about anything now.

"It is not my turn to decide on matters such as surrender." Emine said calmly, "I am here to convey an invitation to His Highness."

"Let's talk about eating and other things after the fight is over!" Cohen waved his hand with a sly expression, "We are doing business!"

"My king said it." Emine calmly glanced at the returnee leaders in mid-air with her peripheral vision, "They beat them, and we talk about ours without getting in the way."

The returnees almost rushed to tear this woman alive for daring to despise them, if they were not afraid of being whipped.

However, what made the returnees even more furious was that Cohen Keda actually thought about it carefully before saying: "The reason is inappropriate."

"My king also said." Emine showed no difficulty in facing Cohen's unreasonable difficulties. "One day's magic attack is already the limit. If another day comes, these losers will probably vomit blood. At least they have to be given."

A rest time..."

"Has your king learned to talk too much?" Cohen said angrily, "No!"

"But Your Highness." Emine took a step forward, "You still owe me a lot of favors!"

"What!" Cohen was shocked and took a step back, "When did it happen?"

Emine closed her eyes slightly and did not speak. She just stretched out her right hand, slowly opened her jade-like fingers, and then curled them up one by one.

When her fourth finger moved, Cohen exploded: "This one doesn't count!"

"Not counted? Okay!" Emine curled her little finger, "What about this one?"

"Hey, the unfinished debt of gratitude!" Cohen sighed helplessly, turned his head, looked at Fichet who was watching a show on a certain ship, and glared at him fiercely, "It's all because of you!"

Fichet was stunned, shrugged and spread his hands, his face full of innocence.

But Cohen had already turned around: "Where do you want to treat me to dinner?"

"Of course it is in my palace."

"What if you ambushed three hundred swordsmen behind the screen, and while I was drunk, you shamelessly threw a glass of wine in order to take my life... wouldn't I be wronged?"

"His Highness is joking. If you can't even keep the word "Demon", what's the point of us dealing with His Highness?" Emine shook her head, feeling endless regret and heartache, "After one Highness, isn't there a second one?

Will the three highnesses show up?"

"It's rare that you can see the situation clearly. Yes, in the final analysis, you are not defeated by me." Cohen nodded, "I can go, but I only represent myself. The attack of the crusade army will not stop."

"My king doesn't care about this. Moreover, my king will ensure the safety of His Highness." Emine smiled sadly, "I think in Your Highness's heart, my king's oath has no credibility at all, right?"

"Of course." Cohen turned his head and said to his subordinates, "Who do you think can guarantee my safety?"

"We!" the soldiers of the expeditionary army responded in unison, "We! We!"

Amid the deafening and surging responses, Cohen first smiled, then straightened his face: "Order!"

All sounds echoing over the fleet immediately disappeared.

"All ministries, all attacks are as usual!"

"As you command!"

"Fichet Shamei!" Cohen's eyes were on him again, "When I'm not around, you have the final say!"

"Okay." Fichet nodded, seemingly unaware of how big a responsibility this was. Moreover, no one, including the returnees, jumped out to object to this decision. It seemed as if Cohen just went to take a pee and would be back soon.

Same.

"Let's go!" Cohen appeared next to Hermini, nagging: "This is a damn favor."

In just a few steps, Cohen, accompanied by Emine, arrived outside the gate of a palace that was familiar to him. But the difference from last time was that there were no fancy things. After passing the gate, it was the Four Seasons where he had been staying for several days.

In the courtyard, the traces of the ghostly drawings and talismans he left inside were well preserved and were just in need of being framed.

There is a stone table, three stone benches, a few bottles of fine wine, and two side dishes in the Four Seasons Courtyard - the side dishes are for drinking, not for the two panting people.

"His Royal Highness Cohen Keda." The two pseudo-god kings stood up, but the pseudo-god king who spoke first greeted Cohen with equal courtesy: "We are very happy that your highness can come."

"You're welcome." Cohen glanced at him, "You two are happy to see me? Are you the one who is happy?"

"It's okay to say it's an honor." The Pseudo Demon King smiled lightly, "Your Highness, please take a seat. We can have many topics."

"I have no problem." Cohen walked over openly, his attitude had become normal and calm, "You can start now, let's talk, I guess you two have a lot of complaints."
To be continued...